Inge H. Borg
Inge H. Borg was born and raised in Austria. Her early love of reading made her dream of far-away places. Encouraged by her parents, she left home at eighteen to study languages in London, Paris and Moscow. A job transfer from Vienna to Chicago led to becoming a US citizen.
After working on both coasts, Borg now lives in Arkansas where she devotes most of her time to writing.
So far, she has published several books, including the four-volume "Legends of the Winged Scarab." She deftly switches from historical fiction about Ancient Egypt in Khamsin, The Devil Wind of The Nile, to the modern thriller/adventure sequels of Sirocco, Storm over Land and Sea, and After the Cataclysm. Each volume can stand alone with lots of action & suspense. Beginning with the third book, she plunges into a dystopian world following a volcanic eruption. It continues with The Crystal Curse, and Book 5 to be published later in the Fall of 2015. One more book is planned for the series, to reach back to 6500 BC. This series, presently, is only available from Amazon.
What is available on Smashwords and its outlets is Pasha, From Animal Shelter to A Sheltered Life. Stories about rescues and rescuers, and their little charges.
Borg is a staunch supporter of her Indie-writer colleagues and often highlights the best on her two blogs:
Naturally, there she also talks about her own writing. A usually reserved lady, this is one area where she dares to drop some hints. Like, hoping for reviews ... hint, hint. Be sure to read excerpts from her books, and musings about the trials and tribulations of an Indie author.
Where to find Inge H. Borg online
Where to buy in print
Intermezzos, Three Short Romances With a Twist
by Inge H. Borg
Dry wit and humor, sprinkled with a generous dose of skepticism about that romantic notion called Love. The three satires/parodies—Interludes, Intermezzo, and Intercourse—are sophisticated (okay, sexy) stories about Life, Lust and Love.
Pasha, From Animal Shelter to A Sheltered Life
by Inge H. Borg
When the flaming-orange tom was brought to the local animal shelter, he was messy. And he stank. That darn cat never took his eyes off me. They were not quite green and not quite yellow; they were round, and alert, and reflected light like precious stones set in orange gold. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ I told him. I already had two cats.
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